First, a song that works with both moods/emotions, and that fits to today (whatever Blogger and its time-scheduke may pretend, it is still February 14, 2011, at least, where I live). MY FUNNY VALENTINE, so much beautiful versions available of that song, I dig one done by CHET BAKER, a man from a time, when JAZZ was neither an academic discipline, nor some kind of religious quest, but simply fi
ne MUSIC (of pimps and gangstas). Like so many other great musicians, he was a drug-addict, mostly to heroin, but also using speedballs and the like. Lost (some of, there are different versions of that story) his teeth when beaten up by some guys and had to start to learn to play the trumpet all over again. Spent some time in jail, had some more troubles with the law because of drug abuse and had a kind of second career, in Europe. Looked like the impersonation of that saying, that the jazz musician has three natural born enemies: daylight, fresh air, and mineral water. Great version:
ne MUSIC (of pimps and gangstas). Like so many other great musicians, he was a drug-addict, mostly to heroin, but also using speedballs and the like. Lost (some of, there are different versions of that story) his teeth when beaten up by some guys and had to start to learn to play the trumpet all over again. Spent some time in jail, had some more troubles with the law because of drug abuse and had a kind of second career, in Europe. Looked like the impersonation of that saying, that the jazz musician has three natural born enemies: daylight, fresh air, and mineral water. Great version:
Then, a song that rather makes me sad, lyrics about the Falkland War - building ships for that purpose bringing some prosperity to the same regions from where young men are sent as soldiers to die in that war - by ELVIS COSTELLO to a tune by CLIVE LANGER, called SHIPBUILDING. It has also been recorded by Robert Wyatt, but the Costello version, featuring Chet Baker, has been a hit and I have loved it since I first have had the pleasure to hear it.
Is it worth it A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children Soon we'll be shipbuilding Well I ask you The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS' It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people get killed in The result of this shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards And notifying the next of kin Once again It's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS
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